It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Style

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Better Lift

Can I see

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Lift Analysis

Slug

Rain, starting

I Write Goodbye Letter

...

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

I am below everything.

hello reader,